DYSCO’S CORNER
musings from a parent
GARCIA & THE VOLCANO “IS IT ALWAYS SUPPOSED TO HAVE SO MUCH SMOKE COMING OUT OF IT?” I ASKED GARCIA, MY 10 POUND CONSTANT COMPANION WHO WAS TEETERING PRECARIOUSLY ON TOP OF A PILE OF PILLOWS AT THE END OF THE COUCH. HE LOOKED UP BRIEFLY FROM THE VERY IMPORTANT JOB OF LICKING HIMSELF TO SEE WHAT ALL THE FUSS WAS ABOUT. AFTER SU RVEYING THE SCENE, HE DECIDED THAT HE WAS MUCH MORE INTERESTED IN LICKING HIS, UH, BELLY THAN HE WAS INTERESTED IN DISCUSSING THE VOLCANO SPEWING SMOKE-LIKE VAPOR IN FRONT OF US.
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“Volcano?!” one might ask. “What? Why is there a volcano in your living room? Did you mix up your baggies? Are you on psychedelics? Seriously, where are you?” These are all fair questions I’m fully prepared to answer. Don’t worry - we weren’t in any mortal danger, nor were we on psychedelics. No lava or acid was involved. The Volcano in question was metal, only about 10 inches high, and fit easily on my coffee table. This Volcano vaporizes Cannabis material without carboxylation. No one was harmed during the blast from this Volcano. Although, all that Cannabis vapor escaping into the room seemed to be mellowing Garcia out quite a bit. But, I’m getting a little ahead of myself. I’ll get back to Garcia and the Volcano in a minute, but first, you have to understand that I have been on a two year quest to find the best way for me to consume Cannabis. As a medical patient who relies on Cannabis to treat my chronic pain, I have found that my body responds very differently to Cannabis depending on the type of material and delivery method utilized. Dabbing concentrates typically affects me more in my head than smoking flower, so for daytime pain management, I prefer flower. Ideally, I would prefer to consume edibles, but to date, edibles do not work for me at all. Believe me, I’ve tried. So for the last two years I was primarily using glass bongs, glass bowls, and pre-rolls to consume my flower. Of course, anyone who knows me immediately understands the inherent risk of me being around all that glass. I’m definitely not the biggest bull in the china shop, but I’m probably the spazziest and least self-aware. I was spending a fortune replacing glass every time I broke another piece. Also, I was developing a wicked smoker’s cough.
mar. 2020
